Hey guys. Welcome to my new story! I hopefully wont bore you with it, but it was an idea that came to me one night and now I just cant seem to get it out of my head!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this, except for the original characters. J.K Rowling owns the rest, and a wonderful woman she is too!


Fate.

Did she believe in it? Hermione Granger would hardly call herself one to believe in the divine forces of Fortune and destiny, but after this one particular day, she could hardly help but start to question it.

Hermione sighed as she shut the door of her apartment behind her. She took off her coat, dropped her keys in the small bowl next to the door and walked into the kitchen with a sigh. As she walked past the bench, she pressed the button on her answering machine.

"Hey Crookshanks." She said, petting her ginger cat softly with her long fingers. The machine announced that her inbox of messages was empty. "Great. No messages. How pathetic am I?" she asked, yawing. She opened the fridge, reached into it and pulled out a can of cat food.

"Baby, be a gem and fetch the mail." She said to Crookshanks. Her cat sniffed in response, jumped off the bench and trotted obediently over to the windowsill. Hermione watched on happily as her cat picked up a bunch of letters in his mouth and carry them back over to her.

"Thanks honey." She said, taking the mail off him. Crookshanks rubbed against her leg affectionately, before jumping back on the bench, watching his empty bowl expectantly.

Hermione shifted through her latest batch of owl post individually, slowly emptying cat food into the bowl at the same time.

Bill...letter from Ginny...letter from Dumbledore...letter from...

"Wait a second." Hermione said, catching herself. She went back to the letter from her old Headmaster, looking at it with interest.

She broke the Hogwarts seal with a swift flick of her fingernail and pulled out a simple, short piece of parchment.

Hermione, are you available to speak at the moment? was all it said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Er, yeah." She muttered to herself. Well, at least the thought it was to herself. As soon as she did so, the letter became warm in her hand. Hermione dropped it onto the bench; afraid it would burst into flames.

But it didn't. It simply disappeared into thin air with a small 'pop.

Hermione blinked in amazement. What on earth was that about? She wondered. Hermione looked at Crookshanks. He was looking up at her with huge eyes, chewing on his food.

"That's just what I need. More bloody confusion." She groaned, leaning her elbows on the bench.

Hermione was exhausted from work. She was working at the Charms Regulation department for the Ministry of Magic. It was very respectable job that Hermione had worked for for many years. It was her dream job ever since she had been 19 years old but now...it was boring as all hell.

She was no-where near stimulated or challenged to the amount she would have expected. She would wake up every morning, dreading the day. Hermione didn't want that in her life.

She was jolted from her thoughts by a knock at the door. Hermione lifted her head out of her hands, petted Croockshanks one final time and walked to the door. She opened it and looked stunned up into the shining, twinkling eyes of her former Headmaster.

"Professor!" she breathed, leaning against the door. Albus Dumbledore smiled down at her fondly.

"Hermione Granger. Wonderful to see you again." He said. Hermione smiled up at him.

"You too. Um, what are you doing here?" she asked, leaning against the door. He smiled.

"Well, I was actually wondering if I might talk to you for a moment." he said, looking into her apartment expectantly.

Hermione's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, yes of course! Come in." she said, standing aside. Dumbledore smiled and crossed the threshold to her flat. "Can I get you anything?" she asked, closing the door behind him.

"Oh no, I don't intend to stay long." He said. Hermione nodded and indicated for him to sit down. He did so in one of her armchairs.

Hermione sat down opposite him on the sofa. "So, what brings you out here to my part of town?" she asked, smiling. Dumbledore chuckled and took his hat off.

"Well, a few things. I have heard a few rumors about you." He said. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Been talking to Ginny have you?" she asked, leaning back so Crookshanks could lie in her lap. Dumbledore chuckled.

"Actually, it was Harry this time. Seems he is as informed about you as Ginerva." He said. Hermione laughed.

"Typical. That's what you get with married couples I suppose." She muttered, not at all surprised about one of her best friends gossiping. Dumbledore smiled.

"Have you heard that Professor Flitwick is retiring this year?" he asked, launching himself back into the conversation. Hermione sat up a little straighter.

"No, I hadn't. Why is that?" she asked, stunned.

"Well, the man is getting on in years, and he wished to leave the school to spend more time with other personal affairs." Dumbledore said simply. Hermione nodded.

"Fair enough.' She said, nodding. 'Are you looking for a replacement then?" she asked.

Dumbledore nodded. "I am in fact. That's why I came to you." He said. Hermione sighed and nodded, knowing what he was getting at.

"Well, we do have some capable people at work. I'm not sure if they're Professor material though. Although, there is this one woman who..."

"Hermione, you misunderstand me." He said, cutting her off with a wave of his hand. "I am not here to ask your advice on people from your department." He said.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You're not?" she asked. Dumbledore smiled.

"No. I am here to offer you the position." He said softly.

Hermione stared at him in shock. Did he just offer her that? Hermione stood up and looked at the floor. "Well er...sir, I'm flattered." She said, running a hand through her hair. Dumbledore watched as she paced, thinking it over.

Become a professor? Me? She thought. It does sound appealing. But what of my job? Oh, screw my job. She thought, both sides of her fighting over a decision.

"Do you, expect an answer now?" she asked the old man.

Dumbledore stood up and put his hat back on. "Of course not. But it would be nice to know within the next few days. As you know, September the first is slowly drawing near." He said. Hermione nodded mutely, her arms wrapped around her small body in thought. "I'm sorry to just drop this on you and leave, but I have organizing to do for the New Year." He said.

Hermione snapped out of her pensive mood and smiled. "Not at all sir. But I must say, it is very flattering that you thought of me." She said, smiling. Dumbledore winked at her and pulled his wand out.

"I could think of no-one better. I hope to hear from you soon." He said warmly. And with that, he disappeared into thin air seconds later.

Hermione let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding and looked down at Crookshanks. He looked up at her with his squished face, almost smiling at her.

"What do you reckon?" she asked, bending down. Crooksahnks purred in response, not giving any really helpful answers at all.

Hermione stood up, walked into her bedroom and flopped down on her bed. Her, a professor? Teaching Charms? Hermione smiled at the thought.

Hogwarts. She had missed it terribly. With its magnificent hallways, the teachers...and especially her best friends. Hermione chuckled at the memories her best friends generated. Harry, who had married Ginny a year after they had left Hogwarts, were still very close to her. She talked to them regularly.

And then there was Ron. Hermione shivered at the thought of him. She missed him terribly, and hadn't had a decent conversation with him since his 30th birthday. That's was two years ago, and Hermione now realized how much of a void he left in her life.

He was traveling regularly with the Chudley Cannons. He was their star keeper, just like she always knew he would be. Harry had also played for them for a while, but had given it up to become an Auror. Not to mention spend time with his family.

Hermione didn't know what Ron was doing now. Was he still a keeper? Had he gotten married and settled down? Hermione felt a pang as she thought about it.

Hermione would have gone into more thought about it, but she smiled as she felt a strong, muscular arm slip around her waist.

"Hey my beautiful." He said, kissing her stomach. Hermione giggled as he gave her a tickle.

"Hey. I thought you were out until late." She said, looking down at the man beside her. He smiled up at her, sat up and shrugged.

"Yeah, my plans were rudely upset. So, I thought what better way to spend my time than sitting at home with you." He said, smiling charmingly down at her.

Hermione snorted and hit him playfully in the arm. "You're such a suck Andrew." She said. Andrew laughed and got off her bed entirely. "Where's Devon?" she asked, also getting up.

"He's working. He'll be here tomorrow though." He said. Hermione nodded and followed her roommate back out into the living room. "How was work?" he asked.

Hermione groaned and sat down heavily at the table. "Boring as usual. I'm threatening to set off a fire alarm, just so something will happen." She said.

Andrew laughed. "So quit already." He said, putting the kettle on.

Hermione smiled and stretched out her arms. "Actually, I think I might." She said. Andrew spun around and looked at her with surprise.

"You are? Well finally!" he said, clearly relieved. Hermione laughed at his enthusiasm. "I mean it! Look at you. You already look 40 something." He said, pointing at her.

Hermione snorted. "Gee thanks." She said sarcastically, getting out of her seat.

"I'm only saying that you need something more in your life missy. Get out, get pissed or god forbid...get a shag!" he said casually, filling up his mugs. Hermione laughed and kicked him as she walked past.

"Look, I'm going out. I'll see you later ok?" she said, grabbing her wand from a shelf.

"Sure thing Witch." He said stiffly. Hermione smirked, knowing he was teasing.

"Watch it muggle, or I'll turn you into a toad." She said, waving her wand threateningly at him.

Andrew chuckled, blinked and she was gone.

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Hermione rang the doorbell of Harry and Ginny's townhouse, took a step back and waited. There was a moment's silence, before the sound of pounding footsteps came. Hermione smiled as the door swung open, revealing a little girl with long, red hair.

"Hermione!" she squealed, throwing herself around Hermione's middle. She let out a grunt and laughed as the girl squeezed her tighter.

"Alyssa, let go just a bit." She said. Alyssa released her and smiled apologetically up at her.

"Sorry. I just haven't seen you forever! Come in!" she cried happily, seizing Hermione's hand and dragging her into the house.

Hermione walked down the hallways and stepped into the living room as Alyssa shut the door behind her. She rolled her eyes and looked down at the two people sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

"Surely we can think of better things to do with our time gentlemen than watch that stupid box." She said, playfully scratching the two black-haired head of the boys in front of her. Harry chuckled and stuck his head over the back of the couch.

"Excuse me, but we happen to be enjoying our last week of no homework, teachers or healthy food. Isn't that right son?"

Harry's son James smiled and nodded. "Too right Dad." He said, shoveling down another mouthful of popcorn. Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes.

Harry grunted as Alyssa jumped happily onto his lap, making his glasses sit strangely. "Ginny's in the kitchen." He chuckled, smoothing his daughter's hair out of his face. Hermione chuckled and patted him on the head.

"Thanks." She said. Hermione left the three Potter's alone, walked the familiar track to the kitchen and found Ginny sitting on the bench, an egg- flip in one hand and the telephone in the other.

She smiled as she noticed Hermione in the doorway. "Yes...yes mum I know." She said. She indicated for Hermione to sit down. "Yes mum...yes he's got that packed...mum, he's going to Hogwarts, not Africa." She chuckled.

Hermione smiled as she watched Ginny's expression change periodically. "Yes Mum...ok, I have to go...yes, love to dad...love you, bye." She hung up the phone and sighed. "Why oh why did we give my parents a phone?" Ginny asked, hopping down off the bench. Hermione laughed and took her jacket off. "Anyway, what brings you to my humble abode?" Ginny asked, stirring the chicken in the fry pan.

"Well, I actually have a bone to pick with you and your husband." She said. Ginny snorted.

"Alright then. Pick away." She said.

Hermione watched as Ginny added more ingredients to her stir-fry.
"Have you been telling Dumbledore that I don't like my job?" she asked. Ginny paused for a moment, but continued her cooking.

"Well, you don't." she said defensively. Hermione groaned and put her head in her hands. "Why? How did you find out about that?" she asked, looking at her best friend.

Hermione lifted her head. "Dumbledore paid me a visit today. He offered me the position as Charms Professor." She said. Ginny looked at her, stunned.

"He did? Wow, that's great! You going to take it?" she asked. Hermione sighed, stood up and passes Ginny the carrots she was after.

"I don't know. I mean, it's a great opportunity...and I do miss Hogwarts...'

"And you hate your job." Ginny finished. Hermione laughed and shook her head.

"Yes! Alright, I hate my job!" she yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. Ginny laughed.

"Ah good. Admittance is the first step in getting over our denial." came a new voice.

Hermione smiled at James as he walked into the kitchen and over to his mother. "I've been sent to ask how long until dinner." He said, eyeing the pan of food Ginny was fussing over.

Ginny rolled her eyes and pushed her son aside. "Tell your father its will be ready when its ready." She said, exasperated. James chuckled, picked a piece of chicken out of the pan and ducked his mother's attempt to hit him.

"Shall do mother. Thank you as always for your fantastic contributions." He said, bowing low. Ginny and Hermione laughed as James adjusted his glasses and walked casually out of the room.

"Are you aware of how your son does not talk like an 11 year old." Hermione said, turning in her seat back to Ginny.

Ginny moaned in agreement. "Tell me about it. He can talk more sophisticated that us! He just...so bloody smart. Not to mention the pranks he can pull. I bet on all my money that both Sirius and James have been reincarnated into that boy." she said, smiling proudly. Hermione chuckled.

"You sad about him leaving for Hogwarts?" she asked.

Ginny sighed and nodded. "Yeah. Every mother is upset about her babies leaving home. I just...didn't think it would be so soon." She said, smiling.

"What, you wanted him to be a squib or something?" she asked.

Ginny's head shot up. "Hell no! I'm just...going to miss him. That's why I'm cooking dinner alone tonight. I'm letting Harry and James have some of that 'Male bonding' time. She said. Hermione chuckled.

"What about you?" she asked, taking a bite of the breadstick next to her.

"I'm having him tomorrow. We're going shopping." Ginny said, smirking. Hermione laughed.

"And plus, you've still got Alyssa." She said. Ginny smiled and summoned 4 plates from the cupboards.

"Ah yes, the wonders of having a 7-year-old daughter." She said.

Hermione smiled and watched Ginny serve up their dinner. "Well, I'll let you have dinner." She said, standing up.

"You want some? There's plenty here." Ginny said, holding up a plate.

"No, its fine. I've got a dinner at home with my name on it. Hopefully." She said. Ginny laughed and nodded.

"Ok. DINNER!" she called.

Hermione stepped aside quickly as a tribe of Potters came running into the kitchen. They all sat down in their respective seats and looked expectantly at Ginny.

"I'll see you all later. Bye guys!" Hermione said, stepping out of the room.

They all shouted their good-byes as Ginny sat down with their dinners. Hermione lingered out of sight and watched them eat their dinners. Harry would eat slowly, savoring every mouthful. Occasionally, he would glance lovingly at his wife beside him. Ginny ate gracefully, taking each bite with pleasure. James was like Alyssa and simply shoveled down his meals, just as kids of 7 and 11 would usually do.

Hermione smiled and sighed. "Bye guys." She whispered and disapparated out of sight.

Ginny turned to Harry and sighed. "Hermione's going to be teaching at Hogwarts." She said softly. Harry smiled at her.

"That's great! Good for her. But...' his expression changed and he leant closer to his wife '...did you tell her about Ron?" he asked.

Ginny smiled and shook her head. "No. I figured she could be pleasantly surprised." She said, taking a bite of her chicken. Harry laughed and shook his head.

"I head the word Hogwarts. What's going on?" James asked, looking between his parents's.

Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance. "Nothing yet son. Nothing yet." Harry said.
A/N – Well, there's the first chapter. It was a bit boring I know, but the next few chapters will get into the story a little more.

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